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"SHIT! SHITFUCK! GOD DAMN IT!"
This wasn't a person saying all of this. This was a parrot with a stunted wing, sitting on the upstairs window sill of a house. A house decidedly Not Evie's. Her house was across the street. Her house was the one with a moving truck, boxes all over the yard, and an older man directing the movers as to where to put things. Evie'd been looking for the aforementioned asshole bird for about fifteen minutes, only to hear his profanities before actually seeing the idiot.
"Of course," Evie mumbles to herself. With a small huff of annoyance, she heads towards the house across the street, shouting over her shoulder at her foster father, just as her foster mom steps out of the house.
"I found Othello, Mr. Canavar. Be back in ten minutes."
Her foster parents reply with a simple 'okay!' just as Evie sets foot in the road. Othello swears more and, unknown to Evie, there's someone (if she can call Ryuk a someone), laughing hysterically at each curse word the bird shouts out.
Another glance upward confirms why the bird is swearing. He can't figure out how to get down from where he climbed to and the unseen figure inside speaks to the sole inhabitant of the house.
"This bird is hilarious! And the girl in your newspaper is headed to your door. This is too good!" followed by more laughing, just as Evie rings the doorbell.
This wasn't a person saying all of this. This was a parrot with a stunted wing, sitting on the upstairs window sill of a house. A house decidedly Not Evie's. Her house was across the street. Her house was the one with a moving truck, boxes all over the yard, and an older man directing the movers as to where to put things. Evie'd been looking for the aforementioned asshole bird for about fifteen minutes, only to hear his profanities before actually seeing the idiot.
"Of course," Evie mumbles to herself. With a small huff of annoyance, she heads towards the house across the street, shouting over her shoulder at her foster father, just as her foster mom steps out of the house.
"I found Othello, Mr. Canavar. Be back in ten minutes."
Her foster parents reply with a simple 'okay!' just as Evie sets foot in the road. Othello swears more and, unknown to Evie, there's someone (if she can call Ryuk a someone), laughing hysterically at each curse word the bird shouts out.
Another glance upward confirms why the bird is swearing. He can't figure out how to get down from where he climbed to and the unseen figure inside speaks to the sole inhabitant of the house.
"This bird is hilarious! And the girl in your newspaper is headed to your door. This is too good!" followed by more laughing, just as Evie rings the doorbell.
